Sunday, November 11, 2007

Just for grins, I took the lyrics to Bruce Springsteen's Born To Run and, using BableFish, translated the song from English to French, French to Dutch and then Dutch back to English.

It actually sounds almost as equally poetic as the Boss' original lyrics in a very cool and old world kind of way.

Here's the original lyircs:Born To Run In English

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dreamAt night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machinesSprung from cages out on highway 9,Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the lineBaby this town rips the bones from your backIts a death trap, its a suicide rapWe gotta get out while were young`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friendI want to guard your dreams and visionsJust wrap your legs round these velvet rimsAnd strap your hands across my enginesTogether we could break this trapWell run till we drop, baby well never go backWill you walk with me out on the wire`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely riderBut I gotta find out how it feelsI want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevardThe girls comb their hair in rearview mirrorsAnd the boys try to look so hardThe amusement park rises bold and starkKids are huddled on the beach in a mistI wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonightIn an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power driveEverybodys out on the run tonight but theres no place left to hideTogether wendy well live with the sadnessIll love you with all the madness in my soulSomeday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that placeWhere we really want to go and well walk in the sunBut till then tramps like us baby we were born to run

And here's Born To Run(translated from English to French, French to Dutch and then Dutch back to English...)orHow To Make The Boss Sound Like Shakespeare

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The ways have blocked with the heroes who are break on a last occasional order of powerEverybodys on race, this evening but of theres none place at the left-hand side to hideWhen to the well Wendy of phase with the sick love of sadness togetheryou with the complete madness in my little girl of soulA day which I not weet to these place will come where we want go really and walk to the sunLeaps but until to considerable then the baby does not run run we born has become such as us!

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H. Michael Karshis

Howdy, my name is H. Michael Karshis, first son of Henry & Mildred and the oldest of six boys. Yes, my mom was a stay at home Saint. My dad retired from Randolph AFB in 1976 as a Chief Master Sergeant in the Air Force Chaplains Division. I was born in the U.K., educated in both Beantowns - San Antonio and Boston. I am a Creative Gun For Hire currently living the good life in beautiful San Antonio, Texas. But enough about me. Check out my
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